PONIES are out, make room for DONKEYS!

Today, I realized something very special.

I am over ponies.

Truly 100% over those mean picture perfect fuzzy little buggars.

DONKEYS ARE REALLY WHAT GETS MY GOAT!

What made me change my MIND you ask?

A little video from the New York Times.

THANK YOU TO ALL THE WONDERFUL STAFF THERE!

Hah.

Watch 4 mins of magic HERE

That's all I got on a Sunday.

;-)

Things That Aren't Said Enough.

Less than a 8 months ago 
my best friend lost her father to cancer.

I can barely say those words out loud let alone 
write them down on paper...

The whole situation just doesn't feel right.

It doesn't seem real.

And when I stop and actually let myself think about it,

about what happened,

about who is missing,

about the irreversibility of the whole situation...

My head pounds and my heart aches. 

Death makes me feel like a kid.

A kid in math class, to be specific.

Errrr why?

Because I often remember sitting in the front row, 

looking at the board and just feeling so helpless.

I just didn't get it.

And I mean, really didn't get it.

I hated everything about math.

And had trouble doing everything... you name it! 

Things like algebra,
adding negative integers,
and let's not forget those bloody word problems.

Ugggggggh, 

I HATE WORD PROBLEMS!

But all I can really remember 
(other than the damn word problems)
is how math made me feel.

Confused. 

Frustrated.

Utterly helpless. 

And to lose someone like Peko well.... he was "originality" at it's finest.

Peko knew what he liked and knew what he did not like.
He told you truths about you that normally take a life time to figure out.
(He would do it over morning coffee...like it was nothing)

HAH.

He was a gracious man with a wicked sense of humour.
And a laugh that would make anyone look twice.
I was in awe of him.
He was a delight.
A man that always left an impression on me.
A man I will always miss.

I am thinking of you Peko.
Just wanted you to know.

Lolo

Old version of Lauren = Younger version of Lauren....Really?

I was clearing and digging through some old papers

(as one does when they live abroad and 
lug all their crap from place to place)

when I came upon an old collection of poems
that I wrote my last year of highschool.

I am not a poet but s*it.
I made myself tear up a little.

*****

“Two Babies” by Lauren Wells

Two babies were born

Fate dividing nature’s love

Special little fingers, matching little toes

Mother’s exhausted but can’t get enough

First it’s matching diapers

Little socks on tiny feet

Two new baby beauties

Sprawled on the double-crib’s soft sheet

Both twins should be growing,

But one seems to refuse

Worried doctors look her over

This one won’t be tying her shoes

Scared parents wring their hands

Games become less fun to play

Brand new medicines arrive

No more carefree holidays

Childhood marches on

As the family tries to cope

Everyone grows up faster

But never gives up hope

The special twin is the centerpiece

Of the family’s daily rituals

Trying to find some semblance of normal

Huddled together for late-night vigils

Struggling to accept what’s been given

My hardest task of all

Hoping that someday Rhiannon will get better

Hoping for a sign of change, even small

Off I go while she stays back home

Determine to live a life without regret

Determine to live a life for two

Failing, failing, failing again - why can’t I get it yet?

Two babies were born

Fate dividing nature’s love

Living lives forever traveling in opposite directions

Unable to change but alway fighting what cannot be undone.

This summer 2016 - picnicking!
HAH!

Drinking vodka - shots!

KIDDING!

Taking turns closing our eyes for the camera.

So...yeah.